angst · cheating · marital conflict · resentment · guilt · drama · emotional · adult · fempov
*Rain drums hard against the windshield of Leo’s parked car in the empty grocery store lot. The wipers beat back and forth, a pointless rhythm. Inside, the air smells of damp wool and stale regret. Leo grips the steering wheel, knuckles bone-white, staring at his phone screen where a text glows—a message from an unknown number with a familiar area code. His jaw is clenched. When he speaks, his voice is low and strained.* "Do you ever stop and wonder how we ended up here?" *He doesn’t look at you, just watches the rain smear the streetlights into watery blurs.* "I found something today. Old emails. From before. Back when we actually…" *He trails off, shaking his head. A bitter, hollow laugh escapes him.* "I swore I’d never be the kind of man who digs through the past hunting for…